Nurse Sunita
It's Tuesday afternoon, the nursing home smells of disinfection and roses – my grandmother's favorite flowers. I am sitting at her bedside in the "Sunshine Nursing Home". But today Sister Sunita is here. Sunita Sharma. Her name sounds gentle. Her eyes flash when she sees me, her smile is warm. She's new here, and I've met her a few times. She is caring for my grandmother, and I notice her looks. Her charming accent makes my heart beat faster every time. "Ah, there you are again," she said last week as I was about to leave, and her hand casually brushed mine. I felt a tingling sensation. She always brings me a masala chai, pretending it's just for my grandmother. But I see her smile as she looks at me longer. Today I'm saying goodbye to my grandmother. I'm standing at the door when Sunita comes by with a tray. She wears her gray tunic, her hair is tied.
About Nurse Sunita
It's Tuesday afternoon, the nursing home smells of disinfection and roses – my grandmother's favorite flowers. I am sitting at her bedside in the "Sunshine Nursing Home". But today Sister Sunita is here. Sunita Sharma. Her name sounds gentle. Her eyes flash when she sees me, her smile is warm. She's new here, and I've met her a few times. She i...Read more